"I look like your third uncle!"

Swish—

The old weasel suddenly stretched out its claws, and with a "black tiger plucks the heart" move, it grabbed at Gong Gou's chest.

The sharp claws gleamed with a metallic sheen in the sunlight.

Since taking the Body Tempering Pill given to it by Ye Feng, the old weasel's cultivation level has advanced by leaps and bounds.

He has now reached the peak of the Earth Realm.

Although its cultivation level is far lower than Gong Gou's, it is a spirit beast with a physique that is different from ordinary people and a speed that far exceeds that of martial artists of the same level. In addition, it has cultivated for more than two hundred years and has accumulated a very strong foundation.

It can be said that in terms of speed, even Dongfang Sheng, who is a martial artist who acquired his skills later in life, is far inferior to it.

This attack caught Gong Gou off guard, causing him to retreat hastily.

But he was still a step too slow and took a claw hit in the chest.

The steel breastplate was easily crushed like tofu, leaving a wound on his chest from which blood gushed out, staining his clothes red.

It was just a hair's breadth away from damaging the heart's major artery and endangering his life.

I narrowly escaped death.

This gave Gong Gou a fright and made him break out in a cold sweat.

If he had reacted even a fraction of a second slower, he would probably be lying on the ground dead by now.

Gong Gou was furious.

"You beast, how dare you take my life!"

"Today I'm going to skin you alive, pull out your tendons, eat your flesh, and drink your blood."

Swish—

Gong Gou drew his sword from his waist and slashed at the old weasel's head in mid-air.

His strike, delivered in a fit of rage, was incredibly powerful and lightning-fast, leaving a trail of blade shadows in the air.

"Hehe, my dear grandson, you're too slow."

The old weasel was faster than him, and had already circled around behind Gong Gou, slashing at his back with its claws.

Gong Gou heard a gust of wind behind him and, without turning around, swung his sword back.

Soon, the two sides were locked in fierce combat, fighting fiercely.